Doyle laid down his second empty pint glass on the bar. He looked across to the 6 foot 5 slime demon who was wiping a glass in a vain attempt to make them clean. The demon looked at Doyle with a lop-sided grin.
“So you’re planning on hitting the Ji huh?” the demon asked
“That was the plan” Doyle replied with the hint of a drunken slur.
“Good for you man,” the demon commented, “I heard that this year’s Be Wen Ji is gonna be out of this reality.”
“Really? What makes you think that?”
The Demon looked in both directions carefully to make sure they weren’t being eavesdropped on. He leaned in closer to Doyle with a superior look on his face.
“Because they got the power bro, and it’s up for anybody to get.”
Doyle looked at the slime demon curiously. He already knew what the demon was talking about but too keeps up the act he had to demonstrate ignorance.
“The power?” Doyle asked
“Of the chosen one. There’s this chaos mystic called Ethan Rayne who says that he scored the slayer power.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Swear to God. Guess Bracken demons don’t get the 411 often do they?”
“Not often, too busy being peaceful and all, so has word gotten around where the Be Wen Ji gonna be held?”
The slime demon gestured his arms out wide.
“Right here in Lala land my friend,” the slime demon, “it’s been a while since the market was held in the new world.”
“Any chance of scoring a couple of invites?”
“Maybe . . . Depends on the asker.”
Doyle smiled at him.
“Great,” Doyle explained, “This is what I need from you . . .”
Buffy looked up at Caleb in fear.
“I don’t have the stone,” she exclaimed
“Now, now,” Caleb replied, “It’s not nice for a young girl like yourself to lie to your elders like that.”
“I swear I don’t have it! The . . . The Prophet stone was destroyed.”
“The Prophet Stone was crafted by Ancient magicks there ain’t anything in this modern existence that can break it . . .”
Buffy cringed as Caleb slowly ran the blade of the knife down her cheek.
“. . . Now, I want you to be a good child and tell me where you last saw the stone.”
Buffy’s mind raced. If she told Caleb where the last place the stone was what was going to stop him from killing her but if she doesn’t this insane priest might torture her and with out her powers she wasn’t gonna last very long. There was only one thing left she could do. It was the thing that separated Men from Women. Buffy looked Caleb straight in the eye as she pulled her leg back. Buffy brought her knee up swiftly striking him in the groin.
In pain Caleb released her as he stumbled back. Not wasting time Buffy bolted past him and over to the unconscious Danny. Buffy started to shake him violently.
“Danny!” she yelled
It wasn’t any good. Despite her best efforts he couldn’t be roused. In the mean time Caleb had recovered and started to move for her. With no time left Buffy was forced to leave him and charge down the corridor. Even with out her slayer speed she Buffy managed to fly down the stairs at lightning speed. She burst out the front door and started to make her way down the street. What the hell was she going to do? That priest was crazy and didn’t look like the person who heard the word ‘no’ to often.
Her best bet was to find that Doyle guy who came with them. All she had to do was . . .
. . . Buffy rounded the corner as was suddenly grabbed by the throat by Caleb. Buffy was stunned. How the hell did he get in front of her? Caleb glared at her with a murderous expression as he lifted her high in the air.
“You know what?” Caleb snapped, “you’re really beginning to piss me off girly.”
Buffy looked at him terrified. She tried to struggle free from his grip but his strength was unfathomable. Suddenly Danny jumped him from behind. He managed to separate the priest from the former slayer and drag him to the ground. Before Danny could check if Buffy was okay Caleb forced him off. He grabbed the boy by the arm and effortlessly tossed him into a nearby car.
“’Scuse I was in the middle of talkin’ . . .” Caleb snapped
Caleb walked up and kicked him in the stomach. Danny flew back up into his feet and into Caleb's arms.
“. . . I think a little respect is not too much to ask.”
He twisted Danny’s head sharply. With a loud resounding crack he snapped his neck. Buffy covered her mouth in horror as Caleb dump Danny’s lifeless body back onto the ground. he turned his attention back to the former slayer.
“Do you think I enjoyed doing that?” Caleb yelled, “I don’t! But I have been charged with a task and I will not accept heathens whose intention is to prevent me from my righteous deed. Now, I’m not a fan of repeating myself so I’m gonna say this one more time. You’re gonna take me to the Prophet Stone right now or I’m gonna rain hell fire on you like you wouldn’t believe.”
Buffy twisted her face up in anger as she looked up at Caleb.
“You bastard.” She growled
“Coming from one of the Devils whores I see that as a compliment.”
The both of them entered the Hyperion about twenty minutes later. Caleb pushed Buffy into the center of the room and the former slayer gestured to the pile of debris that used to be the altar.
“Here,” Buffy snapped, “That were the stone was last.”
Caleb placed a hand on her shoulder.
“That wasn’t a chore now was it? You put you’re self on a holy path today child. Continue along it and you will find your place in the arms of the lord.” He replied
Caleb bent down and sifted through the rubble. It didn’t take long for the distinct glow of the Prophet Stone to shine through. Caleb smiled smugly as he turned it over in his hand.
“This truly is divine work,” Caleb, “Much obliged Slayer . . .”
In one swift motion Caleb drew his knife and swing around. Before she could react the preacher slit her throat open. She dropped to the ground gasping for air as her blood began to pool on the floor. Caleb walked casually to the door. He turned just in time to see Buffy draw her final breath.
“ . . . Much Obliged.”
Doyle? Hey Doyle!
Doyle’s eye’s snapped open his head was pounding violently. Slowly Doyle lifted his head from the puddle of beer it landed in.
“God, are you okay?” the slime demon asked
“What happened?” Doyle asked painfully.
“You’re about to tell me what you wanted then you just started to freak out.”
Doyle shook his head slightly as the images from his vision came into scary focus. He looked up at the slime demon in shock.
“Oh dear good no!” he exclaimed
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